They Just Keeping Pulling Me In

Thirty-five or more years back I took a huge turn in my life which was quickly spiraling into a non-stop relationship with working long hours, fueled by the smooth oblivion of Old Man Daniels or just about anything that mixed well with Orange Crush.

I was schooled in the study of literature, wrote poetry, and contemplated the gradual diminishing of a mild case of surfer’s knobs. Then in Graduate School my fascination with Restoration drama was pushed aside by an exposure to the early use of computers in a research environment. Later I moved from academia to a more traditional business environment. In the 1960s the game was modeling or duplicating age-old manual processes on the new digital computers: it was fun and challenging.

Somewhere along the line I began to forget the literature—the drama, the poetry, even a occasional novel or two—and spend all my spare time learning computer languages and solving interesting problems with carefully written, elegant algorithms. Those times weren’t all bad and in fact were quite rewarding, but eventually it was wake, work, pass out … every day.

When I finally had enough, I discovered that football was a tedious waste of time, food tasted better when your speech wasn’t slurred, and there were so many novels and poems out there I felt I could never catch up.

They still keep coming.

Just this last month I suggested looking into these intriguing titles:

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